Waiting left and right outside, Drunken Wind was not waiting for the hunting team, but Lindson was alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the depressed Lin Deen, Zuifeng immediately understood the situation of the other nine team members.

"We've failed...... Lindeen's breath was unstable, "that Calga isn't a boar man, it's a Dreadlord named Marganis!" We were no match for him, and the other nine were all poisoned and fell into an eternal slumber. I'm cursed now, too—I'm tormented by the sleeping curse of the Dreadlord, and I can't even close my eyes, and I'll never be able to return to the Emerald Dream in my life......"

As she spoke, Lindeen's tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Hearing the news, the druids present were stunned for a while.

Demon!

What could be more terrible and hateful than the night elves who have lived through the battles of the Ancients, who smell of sulfur and wield great power but are unceasingly evil?

Unexpectedly, there is a dreaded demon king who is known for his cunning in the razorland disguised here, if it weren't for this raid, I really don't know what else this demon would have done. This time it was the boar people who were seduced, so what about next time?

Marganis's sudden appearance caught Drunken Wind a little off guard, he really didn't expect the Dread Demon King to intervene behind the Razor Territory.

The only consolation is that the Dreadlord shows his tail.

"Master Lindeen go and rest......" Drunken Wind didn't have anything else to say for a while, "Everyone, start breaking through, signal to start the sealing ceremony!" ”

In the midst of the orderly retreat, everyone was quiet - the loss of a full ten stealth-proficient masters in the Razormarsh was a great loss, even for the Night Elves.

Following a well-planned retreat, the raiding force, with the help of the mages in flames, finally managed to leave the razorland and leave here with the help of the young dragons who had been waiting outside for a long time.

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With Onexia's flames cut off, the raiding force finally managed to withdraw from Razorland.

The spells of the Red Dragon Queen and the Green Dragon Queen have finally been prepared.

The vines in the razorland began to grow wildly, twisted vines that had been transformed by Agamagan's body after his death in battle, and the vines were quickly activated after the Green Dragon Queen borrowed power from Agamagan from the Emerald Dream.

With the support of the powerful vitality bestowed by the Red Dragon Queen, the twisted and tangled vines spread completely, blocking the entire razor territory in the blink of an eye.

The vines that had sheltered the boar people for thousands of years were now their cages, and the few boarmen who tried to chase them out finally realized that something was wrong, and the vines no longer obeyed the orders of the boar people's shamans - as if they had been completely detached from life, and the vines had become black and hard.

Alexstrassa, the Red Dragon Queen, did drain the vines from all their life force, and although she instinctively hated it, she had no choice but to use this method in order to restrain the boar people completely.

Drunken Wind sat on the back of the young dragon and looked back to see that the entire razor territory had turned black. The entire razorland has become so if the Burning Legion does come down if it does come to life?

Thinking of this, Drunken Wind clenched his fists.

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The battle for the razorland raid is over, and the result is neither a success nor a failure. The Night Elves paid a heavy price, but they also succeeded in stopping the spread of the plague among the Boar People.

Of course, this is good news for Drunken Wind - the Night Elves are never absolutely merciful, and according to the grapevine, a goblin in Ratchet City surnamed Goubit had to file for bankruptcy because he was attacked by a group of leopards during the logistics, but unfortunately even so, he was still smashed in the face by crow droppings falling from the sky......

Although Drunken Wind had been warning the dragons and the Night Elves before, without the lesson of blood, these guys would never do their best. Now the Night Elves are all nervous, and even the Sentinels and Wardens have begun to ramp up the training of new recruits (although the intensity of the training of the Warden recruits is already frenzied).

It will take a while for Lao Chen's wine to be brewed well, and it is rare for the drunken wind to be a little more relaxed. It seems that the public food has been paid for the time being-or that Onexia is waiting for Drunken Wind to return to the Blackstone Tower, and then Drunken Wind finally doesn't have to be hollowed out all the time these days, and now he can walk hand in hand with Onexia on the wasteland of the barren land to enjoy the different scenery, which is quite a bit of a stealing half-day leisure.

It's a pity that drunkenness is a life of toil.

Thunder Bluff received a letter from Treasure Cove addressed to Drunken Wind.

Dear Lord Drunken Wind,

Hello! It's a pleasure to write to you.

After ten months of repairs, we're happy to find that Stormkeep is finally flying properly - and while we can't enter the Warped Void yet, we have no problem migrating according to your plan.

By the time you receive this letter, we have already packed up all the belongings on Haguero Island - we are sorry for causing a lot of trouble to these adorable orangutans, and in compensation, we have planted a lot of various fruits that we hope they enjoy.

Now that we are ready to fly to the place you spoke of called Firas, our compatriots are afraid of the unknown, but we are willing to believe you.

I think the saddest thing about our departure would have been the goblin leader in Booty Bay, who looked like a dead relative, and I could now guess how much money he had made in my hands - even though we Draenei didn't care about that, we were still uncomfortable.

In addition, Grandpa Veron also specifically told me to write the sentence "I agreed to your request and am willing to help" on the letter, although I don't know what you said to Lord Veron, but the Draenei are always willing to lend a helping hand to their friends.

Finally, I wish you all the best and see you in Filas!

The letter was signed by Venucci - it seems that the little one had grown up far beyond Drunken Wind's expectations, and has now become the new leader of the Draenei.

When Drunken Wind finished reading the letter, he smiled wryly at Onexia.

"Honey, our honeymoon is going to wait a little longer - now we're going to help the Draenei - and, of course, the High Elves called Sindra."

"Honey." Onexia looked used to it, "It's not unexpected, is it?" ”